Hoi An
We arrived in Hoi An just after dawn and fresh off the night bus, managing to find our hotel relatively easily. But as check-in would not be for another four hours, we were quickly on to the next order of business: find coffee. As painful as lack of sleep can be, I so appreciate experiencing a place as it’s waking up. Later, when the streets are bustling and the cafes and restaurants are spilling out onto the sidewalks and there are tourists everywhere you look, you feel like you know a secret version of the place, and it’s not so hard to feel like it’s yours. Maybe it was this early morning time, but Hoi An was where we really started to come into our own as travelers. We sampled food from a number of street kitchens, including our first breakfast in town (pictured above) as well as a delightfully simple dish called cơm gà, which is shredded chicken and rice with fresh herbs and a dark chili paste, and – of course – the ever-present bánh mì sandwiches. We also had clothes made from a few of the tailors in town, bought our first souvenirs, and sent a package home, stripping ourselves of all the excess stuff we’d learned we really didn’t need. We even rented bikes and rode out of town to the beach for an afternoon. But most importantly? We found a favorite spot and let ourselves go there multiple times. Cafe 43 was not terribly convenient to our hotel or many of the other places in town, but it was owned and run by an incredibly friendly family and had some of the cheapest ‘fresh beer’ in town (6,000 VND for a glass – or about 30 cents). Our last night in Hoi An was spent here watching the Vietnamese soccer team play against Malaysia (we rooted for the home team, naturally, although they were heartily defeated).
My Son Ruins
In the continuing theme of early-morning experiences, we opted to do a sunrise tour of the My Son ruins, tiptoeing out of our hotel around 5am to be on the first bus to arrive at the ruins that day. The site was a religious center in the 4th century with most of the temples dedicated to Cham kings. Archaeologists don’t fully understand how the temples were built, which added an element of mystique to the experience in addition to a sort of shrug-your-shoulders response. Our guide did her best to give us some context into the religious and cultural meaning behind what we were seeing, but walking around the semi-deserted grounds did almost as much to conjure what this place was – or at least might have been – in its prime.